Five
Knox
I should give myself a pat on the back for completely fucking up yet again. I didn’t leave to get away from Blakely, but with the way I was imagining the many things I could do with our dessert, I had to leave. There’s only so god damn much I can stand. My cock was harder than it’s ever been before, something I’m noticing it does entirely too much whenever I’m around her. I watch her, stalking my prey, and when she stands on the tips of her toes, that poor excuse of a dress raises up, showing me more of her thighs than I should be allowed to see.
“What are you doing here?” Blakely spins around, that dress flouncing up, giving me a view of her panties, if you can even fucking call them that. I saw more skin than fabric.
“Son of a bitch, Knox!” Her hands are balled at her sides in a fist-like display.
“Watch your mouth, darlin’. Now, why are you down here by yourself? It’s too damn dark outside for you to be walking alone.” Blake knows this place like the back of her hand, doesn’t mean there isn’t shit that lurks in the distance—coyotes, foxes, mountain lions, and scorpions, to name a few.
“Oh, so you can cuss, but I can’t? Talk about double-standard. How long have you been standing there?” She doesn’t answer my question.
“Long enough.” I cock an eyebrow, waiting on her to answer.
“Fine, Mister I-Do-No-Wrong, I came down here to make sure you were okay.” She spins back around and stomps back to Black Betty, a horse I acquired a couple of years ago. She was abused, skittish as all get out, but a gentle hand and knowing that I wasn’t going to let her down helped heal her.
“I’m fine. What did I tell you about being around me?” I crowd her space, my front to her back, letting her feel my presence.
“That I probably shouldn’t poke the bear. I never was any good at listening.” Blakely doesn’t move away from me, if anything, she relaxes her body. My hands tighten on her hips.
“No, you sure don’t. One day, it’ll get you in trouble.” Blakely turns until she’s facing me.
“Maybe I like trouble,” she tosses out. I push against her until Blake’s back meets the wood paddock in between horse stalls. I let her feel exactly what her sweet-as-sin body does to me, my hands moving to the outside of her thighs, dragging the bottom of her dress up, wanting to see just what she has on underneath it.
“Of that I have no doubt. You going to let me have you, Blakely? Because you parade around me, knowing when I’m around. I see your game, and now that you have my attention, I’m going to take everything I want.” My mouth fuses to hers, to lips that are pillowy soft beneath mine, and though I want to devour her whole, I hold back.
“Knox,” she says quietly in between our kisses, but as soon as Blake opens up, it’s game fucking over. My tongue traces the seam of her lips, coaxing her to chase after it, and when she does, I completely take over the kiss while the tips of my fingers glide up, feeling her legs tremble the entire time. I never stop our kiss, not even when I tease the edge of her panties with my thumb, and when Blake’s leg climbs up the side of my hip, it only opens her up for me.
“Fuck, darlin’.” A groan leaves my mouth when I feel her bare skin beneath me. Not only that, but she’s also drenched, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to take her there. My thumb traces the seam of her lips, gathering up her sweetness, tracing her clit with it. And, swear to Christ, I would get on my knees, staying there for hours until she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. I keep my thumb at her clit, softly petting it while adding my finger inside her. I’m met with tightness, but that doesn’t stop me from adding another one, wanting to see what she looks like lost in her orgasm.
“That’s right. Take what you need.” I rip my mouth off hers, knowing with the way she’s writhing against my hand, she’ll be coming in no fucking time at all.
“Please,” she begs so prettily, I hook the tips of my fingers, pressing against the front wall of her cunt. Her body quakes against mine, clenching down on my fingers as I feel her come on them. The wetness it brings with it… Shit, what I wouldn’t give to have her coming against my mouth.
“Look how pretty you are, darlin’, so lost in your pleasure you don’t care who could hear you or see you.” It does the opposite of what I thought it’d do. I figured she’d shy away, rip her lithe body away from me, but instead, another tremor works through her body.